A moment’s thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
A. E. HOUSMANEarth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
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The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers’ meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.
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All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.
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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
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Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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To justify God’s ways to man.
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Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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Housman is one of my heroes and always has been. He was a detestable and miserable man. Arrogant, unspeakably lonely, cruel, and so on, but and absolutely marvellous minor poet, I think, and a great scholar.
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